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Military Alphabet 

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MILITARY ALPHABET 

and 
OTHEK RHYMES 



NELLY VVAKNEK 

COPYRIGHT 1920 



PUtLISHED BY 

THE STANDARD PRESS 

KA/s'SAS CITY 



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various friends who persistently 
inquire: "fFhen are you going to 
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I mint n copy." Tiif. Xtthoh. 



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KHA-Ki BOY 

My laddie, 'tis of thee, 
Brave son of Liberty, 

Of thee I sing; 
May all you hold most dear, 
Bring naught but love and cheer, 
Nor worry, care or fear, 

On Time's fleet wing. 




A MILITARY ALPHABET 

(Written in August. 1918. shortly after the A. E. F. began opera- 
tioQ« excepting that the "S" was revised after the boys returned.) 

"A" Stands for Allies — every good nation. 

Fighting for love of the next generation. 
Also for Aeroplanes, sailing the sky, 
Ammunition to make the enemy fly. 

"B" Is for Bill, who started the hattle. 

The big, burly Boches, who followed like cattle; 
(Verran Belgium, with hatred and sin. 
Till the British helped drive them all back to 
Berlin. 

"C" Is for Colonels, Captains and Corporals, 
Camps and Cavalry, too; 
Clothing, Canteens, Camouflage Colorings; 
All for Christianity true. 

"D" Is Democracy, Daring to Do, 
Marvelous Deeds for us all; 
Dangerous tasks for me and for you. 
So we respond to her call. 

"E"' Staiids for Europe, where Em:)erors live, 
With Egos Enormous and Evil; 
Enemies Ever to kindness and love. 
In Erebus long shall they revel. 

"P* Is for Freedom and Flag of the Free; 
Franc e and her Future unbreaking; 
Food and Funds for those oversea, 
Forh and the Figh! he is making. 



P«qe Fivr 



"C" Is for Germans, also for Greed: 
Guns and Gases that kill; 
"Gott im Himmel" has measured their creed, 
,\iid will Grant them His Divine Will. 



'H" Is for Hoover, who Hustles so Hard, 

To bring Happiness where Hunger lurks; 
While the Horrible Hun is kept on the run. 
For Sir Douglas Haig never shirks. 

T" Stands for Italy — staunch little nation: 

Indians loyal and triie; 
'J" For Japan, who will fight io a man. 

Jui Jit.^u a Junker or two. 



"K" Stands for Kuhur; also for Kill; 

And both mean the same to old Kaiser Bill: 
Khaki and Kiltie, and their Kith- and Kin, 
Will keep the world free froiii Kultur and sin 

"L"' Is for Ludendorff, Learning a Lesson, 

From Lads who Love Laughter and Life. 
Loi-ing his Legions of Lawless aggression. 
Who Looted the Land in their strife. 



M" Means McAdoo Making the Money. 
Meet a Miraculous plan; 
Marines, Machines, Mess sergeatits, Map> 
Mirth and Madness, Mud and Mishaps. 
Millions of Marching Men. 

N" Is for Navy: also for Nations- - 
Neutrals v^ho Need to beware; 
Nurses Never Neglectful of dcty. 
Night-time or day. over there. 



"0" Is for Oclopus 0\'er the sea?; 

Officers, Outposts and Orderlies: 
Orphans and "Over there" and On, 
■'Over the top'' till t)ie Huns arc {2jone. 

■'P" Is for Pershing Pelting the Prussians- — 
Princes and Puppets of men, 
Poincaire and Poilus; Paris in Pfjril; 
Peace and Protectioii agaiTj. 

"Q" Is for Quitters, a Queer lot of folk. 

Who Quaintly declare that war is a joke; 
The\ Quibble and Question, and Quail at th 

thought. 
Of Quietly giving the Quarter ihey ought. 

"R" Is our Rookies Running the Reichstag: 
Raising the Red, White and Blue 
O'er the River Rhine, and the Re ! Croj^- sig 
Will Race to the Rescue, too. 



Stands for Ships Sailing out to Sea. 

Sailors and Submarines; 

Sergeants, the Somme, and Salvat-on Sue. 

Widi doughnuts and Smiles — a Samaritan true. 

When all the world Sorrowful Seems. 



Is for Troops Tramiiing all day. 
Taps and Tents for the night. 
Trucks and Tires, Telegraph wires, 
And Terrible Tanks in the fighl. 

Is for U-boats Under the sea. 

Ugly, defiant of liberty: 

Uncle Sara. United with others. 

To make the world Universal Itrothers. 



roue -' 



"V" Is for Victory. Valor and Vim, 
Verdun, and the Vimy rim, 
Volunteers of Valiant worth, 
Who will dri\e the Villains off the earth. 



"W" Is Wilson Wailopine Wilhelm, 

Winning the World's Worst War; 

Wearied and Worn, his- "Wacht am Rhein" she 

The \^ astral is Weeping ^vith Thor. 

"*X" Is X-Ray to eXamine the mind. 

Of eXalted rulers and some eXcuse find; 
And if none eXist. to eXpose the mailed fist, 
And eXpel its abod'' from mankind. 

-Y" Is for Yanks and Y. M. C. A., 
A Yowling good combination, 
From Yonkers to Yant:-Tse-Kiang all the way. 
The Yellow they'll Yij) from creation. 

''Z" Is for Zeppelin. (Germany's aeroplane; 
Zeebrugge, a fort by the sea; 
The "Zero hour." and th;^ end of my story, 
All Zero for GerinauA. 



J'aijr Kiffht 



THE MOTHER HE.\IIT 

(Xearing the dawn of ReRistration Day, an i 
after scores of brave fellows had enlisted.) 

Humanity! What can I do, 

\^Tiilst all these terrors reign? 
Creator of the Univer.^^e? 

Has my life been in vain? 

I've cried and cried, and prayed and prayed. 

And helpless, sought to dare; 
I've wished myself a regiment. 

To go and do my share. 

I've marched down Broadway, feeling like 

A Major. Brigadier. 
And every kind of ofl5cer, 

That scorns the weak word '"fear." 

I'd like to man an aeroplane — 

If I could sail it straight — 
Far over ail the fighting lines, 

To Wilhelm's bloody gate. 

I'd like to fire a deadly bomb. 

Straight through the palace wall, 
And smash the Hohenzollerns — 

The Kaiser most of all. 

Yd like to take him, torturing. 

His greedy eyes to see. 
Into each home that he has wrecked. 

In his own Germany ! 

Into each home that he has wrecked. 

In once gav, sunnv France, 
And would that every heart thus crushed. 

Might be a sv.ord or lance. 



And over Russia's wide domain; 

Great Britain, Italy; 
I'd like to show him every stain. 

On Belgium to the sea. 

I'd like to drag his shivering form. 

Through the ice-cold, brinv de«'p: 
And starving, gaunt with hunger. 

Over tons of stuff to cat: 

I ntil we reached our own dear land. 

Where millions now are sad, 
\\ here mothers pray, and sisters wer[». 

\^ ho otherwise were glad. 

I'd like to pass him through the crowd. 

And let them do their wdl. 
riie noble, splendid manhnod. 

Who were not born to kill. 

I feel I must do something. 

Or else I shall go mad. 
Bofore they take my only, 

Mv precious darl'ng lad. 

Is there no Super-Mortal, 

No gods but \^oden? Th-.r? 

0. God of Love, be merciful. 
And end this brutal war. 



THE ROOKIE 

vin his defense.) 

\^ hat makes ihe rookie hang his head. 

In such an awkward way? 
He hasn't any collar- on, 

They've all been put away! 

What makes hi? hands look big and queer. 

W'Tien he stands idling 'round? 
Because his sleeves are shrunk, my dear. 

And no more can be found I 

)X hat makes him try to hide his feet? 

^ ou think he's lost his mind? 
0. no. his shoes don't fit so neat. 

As those he left behind! 



TAPS 

Taps are sounding through the night. 
Nine o'clock, out goes the light! 
Ever)- soldier must to bed, 
In his cot, with prayers said. 
Only sentries close guard keep. 
While the camp is fast asleep. 



THK ^A^CE OF THE WINDS 

(A !>li;int:!iy in tnimory of C;uiii> Fimstoii, Kansas, 
and dedicated to the tamoUs .'^9th Divisiots.) 

Thr v.'ilil winti scurried across the plain, 
From out of the West, and to Funston came; 
Freakish and mad, with a careles.s mion, 
Said lie. "I jihan dance and careen!'" 



'The du.^i. ihe dirt, the grit and the .^and. 
Shall turn whirlinj: dervishes at my command." 
And the great whirlwinds of dust just hlew. 
Until tired the \^'^e.-twind grew. 

Wearied, he called to the East one day. 
'I've been blowing and blowing the dirt all your way. 
I've blown all that's loose, and the triilh is quite plair. 
^'oti must blow it all hack again." 



Then he slopped for breaih. and the East wind smile,], 
'1 will do mv best," said she. beguiled: 
Tempestuously, with an insane glee — 
'Here are clouds and clouds of it, \^estwind! Seel'' 



Then the North wind stepped from his glacial clime. 
Saying. ''1 ktiow a place where it blows all the time, 
'It's a wonderful spot where the wild winds meet. 
And 1 go mv Southwind to greet!" 

Joyous he blew with a might and a main. 
Whistling weirdly again and again; 
Near and vet nearer the rendezvous, 
'Southwind. I'm calling to vou!" 



I'nijf Tirrtvf 



Gentle Southwind was idling along, 
Timid aiid fearsome, till Northwind strong. 
Shook her and said with a frigid snort, 
'Come! Here's where the cyclones cavort!" 

Then the Four Winds joined in a furious gale, 
Whistled and sang with a syncopate wail, 
And all the wind instruments man has e'er known. 
Were put out of tune for ^ dance all their ovm. 

The black, sv.irling clouds of dust and grit. 
For the bovs in camp cared never a whit: 
And I swear, though some rnay deny it w'tli scorn. 
It's the place where Jazz music was bom. 

Twas the camp where the 89th entraine<]. 

But the "All American" never complained: 

Truly these heroes swept over the top, 

Like the Four Great Winds that nothing could stop. 



w. s. s. 

(A VVa; time Mother Go,se.) 

Sing a song of freedom, 

Pocket full o' stamps; 
More than twenty Allies, 

Putting on tlie clamps; 
When the clamps begin to bur: 

The Germans shout "Amc 
"Gott im Himmel, hear our cry. 

"Let's have peace again!" 



QUARANTINE 

What d'ye meaa. 

Quarantine? 
Ain't this drill enough? 

Can't go to town? 

Gotta stick aroim'? 
B<jy. I call that tough ! 



U hos the guy. 

In Company I, 
Show me his "measly" skin! 

He's a heartless cuss. 

Kickin' up such a muss. 
And kcepin' the whole bunch in I 

Quarantine? 

Sure riles my spleen! 
Hut where's my pal? Here's his park 

What! Ye don't say. 

Tliev look HIM away? 
How ^oon is he comin' back? 



What does it ne^ui. 

Quarantine? 
Nothin' but fee! ini|hty blu<'! 

Don't care for town. 

I'll just stick aroun' 
A-hopin' the kid pulls thmuirh. 



TliE HERO OF THE HOUR 

(Written soon after the extent of Cvrrnian propagr^nda 
begun to be realized by ihe Amiricau public.) 

The hero of the hour will be the roan who hombs the 

Kaiser, 
And sends him on his journey where he'll grow a little 

wiser ; 
Face to face with God Almighty — Master of Creation, 
"Me uiid Gott" will be a thought, for future n'servatioi;. 

They may let him have a look upon the Life Eternal, 
Before they hurl him down below to regions most 

infernal, 
Wliere Satan cunningly awaits him with a wanr. 

opinion, 
Becau>«e the C-rman "kuJtur" adds so much lo hi^ 

dominion. 



SOVlEWIiERE IN FRANCE 

(Published to aid in the Third Liberiy Loi.n.) 

"Somewhere in France" Old Glory waves, 
"Somewhere in France" will be countless ;r av 
Give your last dollar! Tir, siot enough 
For hearts that beat 'nealh the khaki stuff! 
Give your last cei^t to the Christian God, 
That Peace and Love may rule over the rod : 
Give! Though it pain for years lo come. 
That more of our boys may come back home. 



THE GENERAL'S CAR 

whal is the meaning of the hright red fhij 
With one, great big while star? 

And the manner ot the men in unifona.^ 
'Sh, lis the General's car! 

Out of the West, with eye? to the front. 

Goes the General in his car; 
Far to the East in a crimson field. 

To fight for the pure white star. 



(To iiii fon in th. 



LONGING 

F.A.C.O.T.S at Camp Zachary 



Taylor. 



Writieii" trom Fort S:mi Houston.) 



My he:irt"s in Kentucky, I long for the hiils, 
The woods, the streams, and the flowers; 
The broad plains of Texas en^j;ender no thrilis. 
And lonely and gray are the hours. 

Hours lluit lengthen as time wears along. 
But if duty demands tliat 1 stay, 

"Mid the cactus and sand, neav the Rio Grande, 
At least ! can dream of the day. 

When wartime is over, and nightmares no more. 

Harass my poor soul with their Dain. 
And God will remember that we have been brave. 

And let us be playmates again. 



AWAITING THE CALL 

Ijust one cantonment — Spring, 1918.) 

The sleepy old town of San Antone, 

Is alive with the pulse of the Nation's own; 

The river winds 'rounAand 'round through the towji, 

And the bridges are filled with the boys in brown. 

Watching the stream flow lazily by. 

Carrying with it many a sigh. 

And every little, narrow street, 
Echoes the sound of dear, young feet, 
Tramping gay, or with footsteps slow, 
Anxiously waiting the call to go; 
Eager to take a "whack at the Hun," 
To "get the dirty work over and done." 

Birdmen from Kelly Field; flyers from Broolcs: 
From the Fort and Camp Travis — Regulars, Rooks; 
Cavalry bovs from Leon and the rest, 
All bravely w^aiting the final test; 
Wanting "the thing" to be "over and done," 
To "finish the job" and "get back home." 

God. how it hurls me to pass them by. 

How I'd like to lau?rh; but I'd rather cry; 

Laujrh to lighten their little day. 

Cry for the loved ones far away. 

Ready, each lad, when the call may come. 

To "give Fritz a punch" and "hurr)- back home." 



,J^^^^^Us^ 



THE NON-COM. 

Hf iva5 just a Sergeant, 

Workinjr with the rest; 

Wanting a cunimisslon. 
So'he d\d hi,- best. 



His Ct)n:mancling Officer - 

The nia»i win \vore a st;»r. 

Pre^ejited him one morning 
Vl'itli a little solilen bar 



PinTietl it on hi,< .shoulder. 
To gi%e the girls a treat. 

Hied he to the nearest towii. 

And snintered down the .-^rt»et 



All he s^iw was Private^. 

Salute — Salute- — Salute! 
T>iiok on every corner. 

And fortv times to boot. 

B.ick to camp he hri^tenetl. 

That night he had a dreatxi. 
He'd rather be a Noii-Com- - 

Ihinsrs aren't what the\ -eem! 



/•,5.7, Kiffht^.-M 



DEMOCRACY 

I should like to espouse fair Din^ocracy"s rsase-. 

But I Jiaven't the ghost of a notion. 
How it feels to be fettered and yeim to be free. 

Like tlie boobs who lr<. e over the oceaii. 
I I'onfess. under stress of the greatest dures^. 

That my ancestors started this nation, 
And it dates from the hour., the gallant Mayfb \\i*r. 

Made Democracy part of creation. 

1 r-hould think that a Chink, or a yap like a Jap. 

'^ho likes the American dollar; 
Or, indeed, some poor Swede, '.vho was greatl;. ii :.e 

Might be the right bohur.k to holler. 
.\^d say how it goes to be wearin' good clothes. 

With no one to ask how he got "em. 
Because he"s a chance, to live richt and advance. 

Although he was dowi. to "rock bottom." 

Or a green Irish Pat, who ei ibarks ai.d grows fat. 

Just asleep oa his beat, for the money; 
A meek, humble Greek; or a Turk, who wants work. 

And finds lots o' g^od milk ai:d honey. 
Might say how it feels, ^dth so m.my good meals. 

A nestlLn' snug in his "inner." 
And swear nevermore would he lea^e our fair .-hore. 

'Cause America's way is a winner. 

Tiie Annenian, too; not to mention the Jew: 

^Tolly" John Bull; and the Russian; 
.•^ons from Italy's shore — all knock at our dnc.r. 

Including the militant Prussian. 
All on account of Democracy's way. 

Because she makes each man a broLher, 
And whether vou're HIGH bom, or LOW.no;; < ui >i.. 

So lor. 2 'as voii LOVE ONE .ANOTHER. 



I'ai/e Minet'-r^i: 



FOR(;OTTE\' 

Mother's at the Wed Cio»s, 
Sister's tending store, 

(kaiulpa's getlin;; dinner. 
Says he never swore. 



Ciraiuinia's busy somewhere. 
Has to do her "bit," 

l.oiinriii<; off the stitches. 
All she does is knit. 

1 o.-in;; all m> buttons, 
W aists are in a muss. 

Think this war is awful. 
Gee! I'd like to eu>s. 



A lOAST lO ICE TEA 

Hon::; Kon,:, Ceylon, and Sir Upton's Best- 
Here's hoping vou stick to th? end; 
But if sugar and ice. 
\S e must sacrifice. 
You're a bitter excuse of a friend! 



I'nttr T>r<nt'/ 



THE MASCOT 

He was from little old New York, 
Sergeant of one Troop B, 

But the way he rode a fractious steed, 

Wasn't a movie-hefo deed, 
'Twas equine tragedy. 

How he played the violin, 

Was another story quite. 

Beethoven, Fauit, Chopin, Gounod, 
Were plaything? for his Master Bow, 

As we sat entranced each night. 

Deep in the city's pulsing crowds, 
t^'hen the call to arms v.as spread, 
A little girl with chestnut hair. 
For years had been hi? pla\Tnate there. 
And quickly they were wed. 

Enlisted he, and the parting came. 
So swift she hardly knew 

The meanins of the dull. dea<l thud. 

The soul of her seemed turned a clod. 
And storm clouds quickly grew. 

Cared she not, in mad'ning chase, 
Nor reckoned what the cost: 

The only court she made v. a- hours: 
She feared not military powers. 
\S as not her lover lost? 

Way out West and South sl^e sped. 

To a Texas outpost camp: 

And like a weary, long-lost child, 

WTien at last thev met, she quaintly smil'^d. 

^^hile he mused: "You precious vamp I" 



J'af/e Ttreii'if-Om 



Hut wital he .said nn soinetUng thusr 
"\V)ial now ^vill the Captain say? 

Gee whiz! 1 his is no place for yoti; 
Your presence here will never do! 
Why come so far awayV" 

McAllen is down there on the map, 
Where the C'aptain got h^r a job 
In a little cafe; 
And she promised to slay. 
Though ):cv smile only s.Ui»r(]ed a s h. 

Ordi^rs came qiiickly to move furtlier vn. 
Pack trains were ready hy morn: 
Lightly '^he held an empty tra\- 
Lightly a promise broke that day. 
As her soul rebelled vitli scorn. 

Just as the last van hit the trail, 

iiouiidinji like some hunted deer, 

Tp through the baik she franlic leap!. 
And under a friendly tarpaulin i-repl. 
rrembling with joy and fear. 

'Iwcniv-five miles o"er the desc-rt waste. 

Through the hot, scorching sands the\ chu;';gcd: 
Neither sound nor murmur caught tlieir ear. 
Thankful she for the grinding whirr- - 
ri.is human freight wliich thev luggefl. 

l>o\vn vhere a liitle spur of track. 
i\i;n.^ into the Rio C.rande. 

At the close of that choking, blist" ring day. 
Fegrimed with sand and alkali gray. 
ritev unloaded tlieir contraband. 

Mo' ed her out like a thing half dead. 
And witli frightened faces aghast— 
"*Cod, little girl, what have you done? 
WVll both be shot by tomorrow's sun! 
Tl:e\ will Tiever believe — scarce ask!'" 



(<;r rwent 'i-'t'i 



Parcheti .in i ivom, 

She i-ought the Captain at once; 

Bareheaded, never a change of rlothes. 
Or a powder puff for her dainty nose — 
What a madcap little dunce! 

is this a daughter of Mother Eve? 

Or a poor little gray field mouse?" 

Such v;ere his thought ?. and his mind ran rife. 

As he said: "There's the station agent's wife, 
()ver yonder — the only house/' 

\nd they dubbed her "Tl.e Mascot" after thai. 
Though she really was the boss. 

They skirmished '.vith Spicks in the me-;qui!e 

and sand, 
All through ihe war on the Rio (rrande. 
And never were callf-d across. 



This is the tale as 'twas tnld to me, 
And I v.-onder if down in that land 
Beautiful strains of Verdi or Lizst- 
Broken sometimes vhen the lovers ki5.sM-d^ 
Echo still on the Rio Grande. 




ftfj/r Tirf„t.J-lh^'-f 



WAR IN THE OFFICE 

!>ettini: — A gray-blue atmosphere. 
Sitting — Sereral innocent smokers. 
Sat -A liisturlted female. 

All ilay he sat smoking, the little Chiet Clerk. 

And the weed was pugnaiiously rank; 
'Fa!inia>" — a mixture invented for Turk. 

\i) wonder he's little and lank. 

AH day the smoke circled, with fiendish swerves. 

in a blue, maledictory haze; 
It set^-saweti her throat, and jangled her nerves. 

Till her brain was a poor %\earied maze. 

And as he sat smoking — the little Chief Clerk. 

There c;uhe to her mind such a plan! 
A weapon like that 'gainst German ;ind Turk. 

Would rout th-e whole blood-thirsty clan. 

\\ hv do such shrimps sit down here at home. 

Safe in a smug swivel chair. 
\\ hile millions of men are crossing the foam. 

With courage to die over there? 

If he doe- n't stop smoking that nicotine mix. 

Ever\ hour of the gloom-laden day, 
He'll soo'1 journev homeward across the Styx. 

Ju>t a poor little dried 1 it of clav. 



departed for camf>— the little Chief Clerk 
While the summer is closing its day: 

It !usy be he' never intended to shirk. 
Opinions oftlimes go astray. 



HELD TO ANS\^EK 

V Every ioyal American was a sob'-appointed secrci. -:er.icr ^orks 
^cd the incident? resulting therefrom were occa<;ional'y im-j^i- g 

Hark to the tale of a yellow coon. 

Whose vernacular mostly y,as German. 
Who'd sailed 'round the sea.-. 
Like a stoker Chinese. 
.\ Wandering Je,v, or a Brahniin. 



Whether from Egypt, Eritzland or whaU 
By some Irish trick that vras '"skurfy."" 

Shades of Father Muldoon. 

This queer yellow coon, 
Had been christened the foine name av Mur.jh' 



The blood of his ancestors must havp been c 
For vanity was his undoing: 
The tales that he spun, 
'*Deah Lawd, were such fur.," 
He ''nevah dreamt trubhle" was brewini:! 



Caught in the mesh as a "German suspect." 
Quaking, his yellow skin paler, 
Held on the charge, 
Of a traitor at large, 
'*Gawd. boss: I'se jess a po' sailor." 

Jolly ^ma^t t.ilps of the Fatherla]id. 

Were all of a fine fabrication; 
And his language? Be^arel 
King's English, with care, 

Not HIS life for the whole Gtrmian nali 



J^aw fU-r-olit-Fir^ 



ODE TO LADY HUT 

( Suuinier of 1918 — Southern ITeiidqain ter*. 

The Colonel's wife. 

Sits deep in the strife, 
And works like a Trojan Kini;! 

Nor shirks, nor cares, 

But smiles and dares. 
To do the hardest thing. 

None care to risk 

That tiresome desk, 
Kxct'pting Lady Hitt. 

ller heart's desire 

Is to code a wire. 
Because it's her best '"bit"! 




COME ACROSS 

(Fourth Liberty Loan Drive. > 

Mort" than a Tuillion are "over there." 
Liids dear to some mother's heart, 

Ht)W can mere money 'vvilh lile com]Vjre — 
Yet onlv if< this your part. 

\^ hat of the bo>s that go forth to die. 

Where the crusts of hell and earth join, 
\^ hiie all that is asked of you and 1 
Is the loan of our pitiful coin! 



Vr*gr Tu^nifi-f 



THE SUPREME SACRIFICE 

{ lu iiiirmory of Lieut. Howard Kinne, age 22, whose ;.U:i^ 
went down in flames behind the German Hnes on the m^mor- 
;ible day of September 29, 1918. when the Hinienbnrg Liu- 
wa« brok'.'n. To his mother, a schoolmate of the writer.) 

He was from Kentucky. 

Class '17, K'. U., 
Honored on the gridiron 

As the man who beat Perdue. 

Small in size, but mighty, 

And valiant he of soul. 
'Mongst the first to answer. 

To bravely sign the roll. 

'Mongst the first to battle. 

Ajid fearing not the fof, 
Chose the Aero Service-- 

Observer, flying low. 

In the St. Mihiel salient, 

The Forest of Argonne, 
He and his brave pilot, 

Each day pushed further on. 

Lau2:hed at engine troubles, 

Or landings in barbed wire — 

A target for the Germans, 

Their craft came down afire. 

And he wore her picture, 

Praised it to the end — 
The picture of his mother - 

His sweetheart — his be^f frir-nd. 

Dearest little mother, 

Howard is not gone. 
He'.c only on the Other ^'d ■, 

Awaiting ^ou to con . 



I'affc Ttrenfy-Ser 



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DADDY'S BOY 

I wish I were a soldier, 

'Cause my daddy's gone. 

But mother says that I must stay. 
And be the man at home. 

\'A like io niarrh with daddy. 

A ad eat out doors all day. 
And can V irims and tents and things. 

And hear the nmsic play. 

I wish 1 were a soldier. 

So I could fight the Hun, 

I'd like to be vith daddy, 

Whrn ho makes the Boche run. 



V TOVSr TO WATFJl 

F.iitwell. «.ld Barleycorn, you've had )o 
The world hr.s decreed !o go dr} ; 

So here's to the health. 

Of our nation of wealth. 
\^ ith water— sans Old Rork and ^i.^ 



f't'/r tim-tii- h ight 



THE AHMISTICE 

(A little incident of Lpoaisville, Kv., ;a th« 
e^irlT taorrjng hoari of November ii, 1918. 

'Praise God frora ivhom all blessiiigs flow, " 
Rang the chiiri^ from the old church tomfx, 

^Praise Him, all creatures here below.'" 
Thank God for thi» blessed hour: 

'Praise Him at'ove. ye Heavenly host,'" 

But the boys VTHO GAVE. God j..rai*«th rno*t 

Then "Ring the Belli uf Heaveu" chimed out. 

With "Spread the News Today." 
Kach tone a joyous, ringing shout. 

Uliile the city sank to pray 
In thankfulness, at last 't^vfas o'er, 

Again the world was free I 
Then rose the din. as pealed once more: 

"Mv f ountrv. 'ii« of thee.'* 



AFTERWARDS 

Were's lo a lot of lads^ I know. 
Who "Forward" plunged at the first word go! 
Mustard gas and flame throwing fiends. 
Only served somehow to stretch their 'reen*. 

Two I r(^all took the Cavalry route, 
('ouldn't pet there fast enough on foot; 
Out tc» the Barracks and down to the Fort, 
With an old Regiment of the Regular »ort. 

(Ihums were these two, but no})0(ly cared. 
Together a short time only they fared; 
An officer's pen went down the list, 
Takinjj; this name, while the next hs iiiissevi. 
One into Field Artillery' sent. 
The other back to Cavalry went. 

One got across — the other j<tayed. 
Snorting, rebellious, mad, di5mave<i; 
Put in his time on the Rio Grande, 
Wa'ching the greasers shoot up the ^aiid. 

(>nce in a while if a chaj) paid the price. 
Doubtless the mention: ''Supreme sacrifice."' 
No Croix de Guerre, or a noble i^car 
After the war to mark what you ar^. 

Measured up by a gold-chevroned ilecTe. 
Pale silver trappings look make-believe. 
How he longed for a grip of th?ir hand. 
But he fearetl they could never understand. 



Quite a few nurse this silent grief, 
.\nd they're not on exhibit in has relief; 
They are apt to shun the Legion's Club, 
Though not to blame, they are just a clul>. 

They may have worked hard for a golden bar, 
TTiey may wear a beautiful silver star; 
But their loss is keen, as men among men. 
For they know you know where ihev have not he-: 

And this is not all — no heroic kid. 

Can exploit afterwards what j^ran"daddy did. 



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